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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was little I used to keep imaginary chickens in the bottom drawer of my bedroom cupboard. Every day I would shut the door, open the drawer, let the chickens out and feed them. One day my dad came into the room and all the chickens escaped. I was devastated as they were all eaten by my imaginary dog, Sandy.

— Elizabeth

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